Dragon,

birthed 

from shards of coloured glasses,

wine bottles,

slipped

from dancing, laughing  summer fingers

lives on dormer window

over empty living room.

Empty house.

Green, blue, gold,

glass glows jeweled.

In naked sunburst blast,

dragon speaks

warm fire memories,

laughter past.

"Take me with you where you go,

to remind you

of what you knew and know,"

Then in my ear I hear,

"Leave the dragon be!"

I turn to face the She of expediency.

Say I, "The dragon comes with me.

In empty house it will not stay."

With huff, fire breath 

she spins her face away

If all things meant nothing

in a series of departures.

how easy it would be.

Now, glass dragon

lives with me.

grapher 2017 c